Kind enough to listen
One evening when the moon was new.
Into my field of vision flew
a fairy maiden dressed in blue
Se greeted me as if she knew
I needed someone to talk to.
We chatted for an our or two
And shared our different points of views
She said her daily task was to
renew wild harebells paint them blue.
She shyly asked what do you do.
I said my working days were through
I could not what I used to.
She sympathises as fairies do.
Then took her leave and off she flew.
I swear to you my tale is true.
You disbelieve I’m sure you do
but kind enough to listen to
an old mans tales; few people do.